I’m like
all the mothers
I’m like
all the fathers
I’m  like
all the sisters
I’m like
all the brothers
I’m like
all the souls
And yet it seems like i’m stuck
in a dream or perhaps a nightmare of
For jews and for muslims
For  rich and for poor
For gay and for straight
For red and for blue
For black and for white
in this sleep
of catastrophe  
Where are we?
Where are our hearts?
These tears of sadness
rolling down my cheeks
it’s so insane to keep wondering
If  this is as good as it gets for us?
Who are you, who are we?
Where are we going from here ?
Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones that we’re hurting
Are you and me.

Run... run while you can
before the envelopment entraps you
encapsulating escape with leaden clouds
skies darkened by searing missiles
unburdening caches waiting
for the stirring of conflict
so easy to hijack
as hatred
screams
loudest
drowning
out the pleas
of nursing mothers
as children's faces fend off
old feuds and avarice of arms dealers

In the blink of an eye,
Time passes us by.
We live our lives alone,
In self-made lies of our own.

We try to rise above,
But our castles crumble below.
When we're neck-deep in water,
Our steps are bound to falter.

We grip tight to the pole,
Believing destiny is our tool.
But in the depths of our scope,
We believe we are brought here alone.

Innate knowledge within,
Tells us we're all akin
A connect is what is missing
Our silver threads are entwined in
Pull and push, a sense of being.